“Like what?”
“Like fuckin’ Goldie on one of those couches,” he tilted his head toward a worn, old couch along one of the walls in the common room, “during a party. Everybody watchin’, includin’ her. Was draggin’ around one of her nerds that night an’ I lost my shit.”
“Who’s Goldie?”
“Used to be one of Dawg’s girls. Let’s just say she made ‘er rounds... a few times.”
Slade grimaced and thought about the stripper whose bed he woke up in a few mornings prior. One that happened to remind him of Diamond when he crossed his eyes and squinted. Or drank a whole lot of liquor. Which he’d been doing too much lately.
“Gonna take on a woman who can flip the bitch switch in an instant, gotta be willin’ to deal with the challenge an’ the claws.”
Slade stared at the empty Jack bottle sitting in front of him.
Jag wasn’t done yet. “But you tame ‘er, might be worth it.”
“Talkin’ ‘bout your sister,” Slade said with a frown.
Jag nodded. “Know it. Just tryin’ to give a brother some advice.”
“None needed,” he muttered.
The man next to him snorted. “Keep tellin’ yourself that.” Jag shouted down the bar, “Hawk, get us a fresh bottle. This brother needs a fuckin’ drink.”
That was one thing Slade could agree with.
Chapter Four
Slade leaned back against one of the counters in the commercial kitchen between the private side and public side of the building and waited. With both his arms and ankles crossed, he was trying to appear a lot fucking calmer than he actually was.
The Jack Daniels had helped smooth out the edge a little, but not enough.
If that fucking woman thought she was going to get laid by a couple of strippers, she had another thing coming.
That was for damn sure.
Most of the women had already split, heading home with their still agitated men. Even some of the dancers had come into the kitchen to get dressed before heading out, most of them eyeballing him and even a couple of them giving him some chin lifts.
Not that he returned them.
Fuck no, he didn’t.
“Cool tats, bro,” one of them even said.
Cool tats, bro.
Slade grunted and kept his eyes pinned to the swinging double doors that lead out to The Iron Horse.
He didn’t know what was taking the woman so long. She’d better not be getting fucked in the middle of the bar. He was tempted to peer through the scratched, plastic windows of the doors, but he forced himself to remain in place.
His chest was tight, his blood pressure sky-high, and his imagination was starting to spin out of control.
“Wants to get laid for her fuckin’ birthday,” he mumbled.
“What?” one of the dancers asked as he passed Slade, carrying a large duffle bag. Slade couldn’t imagine why the man needed one that big since they hardly wore anything when they were thrusting their dicks into the women’s faces. And they call that dancing.
“Fuck off,” he growled at the guy, whose eyes widened as he rushed out of the kitchen.
Then, just who he was waiting for pushed through the doors.
Not with one dancer, fuck no. With two. The two he saw dry humping and spanking her.
“I’m parked out back. We can go back to my place...” Her voice drifted off and the big smile she was wearing dropped quickly once she spotted him.
Slade glared at the two men flanking her. “Get your shit an’ get gone,” he growled.
Diamond put her hand out and stopped them both from moving away. “Nope. Don’t got a say in this, Slade.” She plastered a smile on her face and said, “Robby and Bobby are coming home with me.”
Robby and Bobby? Was she shitting him?
He pushed off the counter and dropped his fists to his sides. “Get your shit an’ get gone,” he said slowly so the Bobby twins didn’t misunderstand him.
Diamond’s mouth gaped as both dancers bolted from her side, grabbed their bags and pushed back past her still only wearing their G-strings.
Within seconds they were gone.
“What. The. Fuck!” Diamond screeched.
Slade grabbed her upper arm and dragged her through the doors that led into church.
“What are you doing?” she screeched some more, digging in her heels and pulling back.
Slade was glad to see that the common room was empty, and no one was about to witness him losing his fucking mind.
“Want to get fucked for your birthday? That what you want?” he tossed over his shoulder as he pressed forward, still dragging her along behind him.
She stumbled, caught herself and then jerked backwards. But he was not releasing her. No fucking way.
“Yeah. But not by you.”
“Bullshit,” he growled as he closed in on the stairs.
“You like easy. I’m a ballbuster, remember?”
“Don’t always like it easy, princess, sometimes I like a little fight in my fuck.” He got to the bottom of the steps and stopped, his breath ragged, more from anger than from exertion.
For some reason she was panting, too.
He tightened his fingers around her bicep and her bright blue eyes turned dark. “What are you going to do?” she breathed.
“What I should’ve done a long time ago,” he muttered to himself more than her. “Allowed you to get under my skin an’ work your way ‘round like a fucking flesh-eating virus. Gotta get you outta my system.”
“What?” she whispered. “I’m not going upstairs with you. Especially since you think I’m a flesh-eating virus!” Her whisper ended in a shout and he winced.
“Ain’t D, can’t carry your ass upstairs. But we’re doing this, princess. Givin’ you your birthday wish an’ I’m gettin’ you out from under my skin.”
“Well, that’s sounds like a pleasant fucking time!”
He met her fiery gaze, his jaw tight. “Gonna keep screechin’ at me like a harpy?”
“A what?”
“A fuckin’ harpy!” he shouted. He’d had enough of this shit. He swore a vessel in his forehead was about to pop. He leaned in close, so close that when he breathed, he inhaled her: her scent, her warm, sweet, alcohol-tinged breath, her wrath. “Listen. Gonna fuck you good. Gonna make you come. Gonna give you what you want for your fuckin’ birthday. Then we’re done. Got me?”
She raised a brow at him. “Only once?”
He jerked his head back. “Only once what?”
“Only going to make me come once? Is that all you’re good for?”
He pinned his lips together and released her. He stared at his boots, shaking his head, until the urge to strangle her passed. “Won’t know ‘til you get your fuckin’ ass upstairs.”
She cocked her head and planted her hands on her hips. “Is that right?”
“Woman,” was all he could manage.
Then out of nowhere, she smiled and started hiking herself up the stairs.
He blew out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding and watched as her ass swung back and forth with each step.
“Holy fuck,” he muttered under his breath, and followed her up, wondering how much of a mistake this was.
As they hit the top landing, she glanced at him and he lifted his chin in the direction she needed to go. He watched in shock as she headed toward his room down the hall.
He took his time following her because he was waiting for her to turn and try to bolt past him. But, fuck him, she didn’t. She kept moving even though she had no idea which room was his.
He heard a noise behind him and a low voice exclaiming, “Oh, brother, good luck with that,” then a door slammed shut and locked.
He wouldn’t be surprised if everyone was battening down the hatches with the hurricane named Diamond moving down the hallway.
“Hold up,” he called out and pulled his room key from his pocket. She stopped, turned and moved back toward him. He unlocked his do
or and pushed it open and as she stepped past him inside, he leaned in and hit the overhead light.
“Jesus,” she muttered, wrinkling up her nose. “This is a shit hole.”
He looked around his small room. Wasn’t the Ritz, but everything had a place and was in it neatly. He wasn’t one of the brothers who had dirty laundry tossed all over the floor or mold growing in their bathroom. Fuck no. It was organized and clean.
“It’s clean. I’m clean an’ you better be clean.”
Her blue eyes slid to him in surprise. “What the hell does that mean?”
“Means I make sure to wrap it tight. Hopefully, all the dick in you’s been wrapped tight, too.”
“Damn, Slade, you make a girl feel warm all over,” she murmured.
“Ain’t no girl,” he muttered.
“What?”
“Ain’t no girl,” he repeated louder. “Just turned thirty. Far from a girl.”
She tilted her head to study him. “Well, that’s true enough.”
He moved to the bed, sat on the edge and began to unlace his boots. When they were loose, he pulled them off, as well as his socks, which he tucked inside, then set his boots out of the way. He pushed to his feet, slid his cut off and carefully laid it over the back of the chair in the corner. When he turned, Diamond was still in the center of his room but watching him intently.
“Gonna get naked?”
“Still deciding,” she answered, her lips curling at the corners. “You’ve been pretty much a dick lately and I’m not sure you deserve to get what I could give you.”
He snorted and yanked his long-sleeved thermal over his head. He heard her sharp intake of breath and finished pulling the shirt off before neatly folding it and placing it on the seat of the chair.
He cocked a brow in her direction. “Problem?”
She shook her head, her eyes heated as her gaze raked over his torso. Her eyes continued to follow his hands as he moved to his belt. “Ain’t one of those strippers. We’re both getting’ naked here, princess.”
No. No, he wasn’t one of those strippers. He was so much better. Di sucked in a ragged breath as her gaze explored Slade’s chest. Both of his arms were solid tattoo sleeves and his ink continued over his upper chest and up his neck, stopping only under his jaw. His muscles were well-defined, and his dog tags hung between his drool-worthy pecs. He had a line of dark hair that started at his navel and disappeared into his worn jeans that she was dying to follow with her tongue.
She watched him jerk at the belt he had unfastened, slipping it from the loops, pop open the top button of his jeans and slowly slide the zipper down. Like slower than normal.
Her gaze rose at that deliberate slowness and when she met his dark brown eyes, he smiled.
“Likin’ what your seein’,” he stated, sure of himself, his voice low and grumbly.
Di shivered, her nipples peaking hard under her shirt.
Jesus, she wanted to see this man naked last summer when he first showed up and thought she was going to until he pushed her away unexpectedly.
They had made out a few times on a couple of the club runs but it never went farther than that. But now...
Now, holy shit...
She wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth as he pushed his jeans over his hips and down his legs. He kicked them off and when he straightened her eyes fell to his cock, which was standing straight out from his body.
She was about to start singing “Happy Birthday” to herself.
She couldn’t pull her eyes away when he grabbed his hard-on and stroked it a couple times.
“Still waitin’,” he grumbled, snapping her into action.
She sank onto his bed and pulled off her high-heeled boots, throwing them across the small room. His eyes followed them as they smacked into the wall. He frowned as she tugged off her socks and threw them the same direction.
After standing up, she had her top and jeans off within seconds and thrown out of the way. Her breathing shallowed as she stood in her bra and panties before him, waiting for him to make the first move.
Because she couldn’t wait for his hands, his tongue, his lips to be on her, his cock inside her.
Yes. Happy, happy birthday to me.
They stood staring at each other and she wondered why he wasn’t moving. Even his hand had stilled on his cock. She questioned if he was even breathing.
“Slade,” she whispered.
Suddenly, she was knocked back onto the bed, all the air rushing from her lungs and he was over her, tearing at her bra and panties, ripping them off and tossing them over his shoulder.
Fuck, yes.
His fingers dove into her long hair and he ripped her head back, shoved his face into her neck and scrapped his teeth down her throat, down her chest until he latched roughly onto one of her nipples. He tugged it with his teeth before sucking it deep.
“Holy shit, yes,” she hissed, her eyes rolling back in her head as the pull of his mouth on her nipple made her core clench tight.
She bucked her hips beneath him, feeling his hard length pressing into her thigh, his hot, silky precum leaking onto her skin. She groaned into his mouth as he took it, shoving his tongue deep, reminding her who was the stronger of the two.
She tangled her tongue with his, challenging that notion. Then she bit his bottom lip and he jerked back, his eyes dark, his breath rapid as he stared down at her.
A slow smile crept over his face. “That’s it, give me some of that fight with my fuck.”
He wanted fight? He’d get it.
She slammed her palms into his chest and he shifted back from the impact. With a growl, he snagged her wrists and pinned them to the mattress and took her mouth once again, making sure she tasted the blood she drew. A groan bubbled up from deep at the back of her throat.
Releasing her mouth, he moved his way back down, biting and nipping her flesh as he went. After letting her wrists go, he snagged one nipple with his mouth and the other with his fingers, twisting it hard.
She whimpered and arched her neck, dragging her nails down his back, scoring his flesh. He made a noise against her breast but didn’t stop the intense attention he was giving them.
Wet and throbbing, her pussy clenched tightly as she dug her fingers into his ass and shifted beneath him. “Fuck me,” she groaned.
“Not yet, princess,” he murmured against her damp flesh, working his way lower, dislodging her hands from his ass. They slid up his body as he settled between her thighs. He shoved her legs up and out, planting her feet on his shoulders, opening her wide to him. And then he dropped his head and his mouth found her...
A low wail escaped her as he teased and sucked her clit hard. He gave her no mercy at all and she wasn’t going to ask for any. The rougher he became, the better it was.
Tonight was her night and she wanted it all from this man. Whatever he was willing to give her, she’d greedily accept.
She dug her fingers into his short hair to keep him in place as his tongue worked her wickedly. She gasped as his fingers slid deep, curving to stroke her sensitive spot. She bucked her hips once more as he tortured her with exquisite pleasure. It snuck up on her unexpectedly, probably because it had been so long... but the orgasm raced through her body, curling her toes, clenching her fingers into his skin, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip until her mouth opened wide and she let out a loud cry.
She struggled to catch her breath as he continued his pace, not letting up even for a second. She dug her heels into his back and cried out his name as one climax turned into two. And as she slowly floated back into her body, she tilted her head to see him still buried between her thighs, at the apex of her legs. But his mouth was no longer on her. No, his eyes were tipped up to her, his lips shiny as he gave her a grin.
“Fuck, princess. Never woulda expected that from you.”
She wanted to ask him why, why wouldn’t he expect that reaction? Did he think her cold and unfeeling? But at this moment, she didn’t care
about anything but him climbing up her body, and feeling his cock hard and heavy as he did so.
He pressed his lips to hers and she tasted herself.
“Slade...” she murmured.
He pulled away, shaking his head. “No. Don’t fuckin’ ruin it.” He reached for the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed, jerked it open and dug around. He pulled out a long strip of condoms and ripped one off, tore it open and rolled it down his length.
“If you’re like that with just my mouth on your pussy, can’t wait to see how you are with my dick inside you.”
He settled back between her legs, his cock pressing at her entrance but not pushing forward.
She closed her eyes and begged, “Fuck me.”
But he didn’t, instead he fisted his fingers into her hair and pulled it tight, making her gasp.
“Lemme see those blue eyes of yours, princess.”
She lifted her lids to meet his dark gaze and when she did, he thrust forward, taking her deep with one stroke.
All the breath rushed from her lungs as he filled her up, stretched her, making her feel something she hadn’t felt in a long time. A warmth spiraled through her from her center out. She didn’t want to explore that feeling because she knew the answer might scare her.
That aside, if all she had was tonight with this man, she was going to make sure it lasted all night long.
“This time I’m on top, next time you are, got me?”
She couldn’t argue with that.
Then he grimaced as he continued to thrust, his hips tilting just right, his cock hitting her in all the right places.
She couldn’t stop the noises that escaped her. She knew she was loud and could probably be heard throughout the second level of church. But she couldn’t contain them, couldn’t hold back as he continued to grind against her, driving into her, making her buck wildly against him.
She wanted more, so much more.
Fuck, he was good with his hips. And she couldn’t forget his mouth, which, at the moment, pressed into her neck as he sucked and nibbled on her skin.
She met him stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust, and he took her hard and fast, as if he was afraid the night would be over too quickly.
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